(The Sun find Margery alone, but in a strange house.)

Stranded in his bedroom
The only sound a constant beat
As her heart keeps time
With the melody

Soft hands pressed down
On invisible keys
Her passion, her joy, her misery

You see that night her mind had worked
As her tired body slept
Composing, singing, screaming
Pianos dancing through her head

Now still tangled up in sheets
Long since abandoned there she lay
But he had fixed this broken record
That for months repeatedly sang

This three room, two windowed apartment
Has become a prison with a mattress on the floor
That's become your nine to five

You sleep off this building frustration
And wake just to find there's only more

Quickly walking home
From her vacated lover's bed
Replaying all those words
she never meant

Up twelve flights of stairs
And through a familiar door
Barely paying mind to broken glass
Reflecting brilliance from the floor

Her body starts aching for the touch
Of ivory to her skin
The feel of tiny hammers raining down
Like bombs on the innocent

Poised so gently at the rail
Instrument love and hate
Polished wood and brass
Fingers run all eighty eight

Just keep pounding on those keys
You've got to make that piano bleed
The pain you feel
You've got to live with this disease

Just keep pounding on those keys
You've to to bend those strings until they scream
Oh mercy
Oh mercy, Mama, please


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